It was in 1994 that a friend said that she remembered that I had grown up in a suburb of Milwaukee. She had just started dating a guy and wondered if I knew him. It was David. Although we were not close in WFB, I did get to know him here in Petaluma. He and my friend Elizabeth did get married and David become a much revered and loved member of our community. A kind and gentle man, David was a strong and effective advocate for the environment, with an emphasis on the river that runs through and beyond our lovely little town. I am attaching one of the many tributes to David written upon his passing in 2011. David was an exceptionally good man.
Dave was one of my closest friends for 50 years. I really miss his ready smile and ascerbic wit. Let me say that I was on of the very few priviliged to address him as Dave; he was David to most of the world. We both went off to college in '64, and both lasted just a few semesters, so with the unpleasantness going on in SE Asia at the time, he ended up in the Air Force, me in the Navy.
We got back together in '68; he was living in San Francisco, and my parents had moved there. Over the next 40 years we would get together as often as we could, he coming to my place (Colorado or Nevada) or Maggie & I going down to his place in Sausalito. For a time, he and his 1st wife lived in a very cool converted 1020s rail car, with, of course, the obligatory wooden hot tub. Dave would take us sailing on the Bay, chasing rainbows (literally) up the California coast, and just be Dave. I have far too many funny stories to tell here.
He got his BFA at SF State (remember S.I.Hayakowa?) and rapidly found out that art didn't pay very well, so he started building decorative fences, all of which could have been showcased in Sunset Magazine. He then branched out into contracting, doing very high-end remodels and custom cabinetry, until he retired to work even harder in conservation.
Dave's passion was duck hunting, and he started going up to the Petaluma Marsh north of SF to hunt ducks. That got him interested in preserving the marsh and its indigineous flora and fauna, and he got more and more involved in habitat preservation as the years went on. He moved to Petalulma to be closer to his beloved marsh. I can still hear his voice talking about his passion.
Steve, thanks for contributing one of the many nice memorials written about Dave and his work.
Steven Cefalu
It was in 1994 that a friend said that she remembered that I had grown up in a suburb of Milwaukee. She had just started dating a guy and wondered if I knew him. It was David. Although we were not close in WFB, I did get to know him here in Petaluma. He and my friend Elizabeth did get married and David become a much revered and loved member of our community. A kind and gentle man, David was a strong and effective advocate for the environment, with an emphasis on the river that runs through and beyond our lovely little town. I am attaching one of the many tributes to David written upon his passing in 2011. David was an exceptionally good man.
www.petaluma360.com/article/20110905/community/110909747
Paul Phillipson
Dave was one of my closest friends for 50 years. I really miss his ready smile and ascerbic wit. Let me say that I was on of the very few priviliged to address him as Dave; he was David to most of the world. We both went off to college in '64, and both lasted just a few semesters, so with the unpleasantness going on in SE Asia at the time, he ended up in the Air Force, me in the Navy.
We got back together in '68; he was living in San Francisco, and my parents had moved there. Over the next 40 years we would get together as often as we could, he coming to my place (Colorado or Nevada) or Maggie & I going down to his place in Sausalito. For a time, he and his 1st wife lived in a very cool converted 1020s rail car, with, of course, the obligatory wooden hot tub. Dave would take us sailing on the Bay, chasing rainbows (literally) up the California coast, and just be Dave. I have far too many funny stories to tell here.
He got his BFA at SF State (remember S.I.Hayakowa?) and rapidly found out that art didn't pay very well, so he started building decorative fences, all of which could have been showcased in Sunset Magazine. He then branched out into contracting, doing very high-end remodels and custom cabinetry, until he retired to work even harder in conservation.
Dave's passion was duck hunting, and he started going up to the Petaluma Marsh north of SF to hunt ducks. That got him interested in preserving the marsh and its indigineous flora and fauna, and he got more and more involved in habitat preservation as the years went on. He moved to Petalulma to be closer to his beloved marsh. I can still hear his voice talking about his passion.
Steve, thanks for contributing one of the many nice memorials written about Dave and his work.